Formation

Falling in love, with poetry.

My passion for writing, never seems to tire. Like I am fulfilling a promise, like every stroke matters. Building….Excited for what I can’t see around the corner, but certain it’s coming.

 This might be my first felt delight…

     Something is there, it’s coming, what could it be?

     I just opened my whole life up, to what I’m unsure, but I feel it near. It’s finding me. I found a way to lead it here. My writing out in the dark matter, reached something. I seem so sure.

   Perhaps I’ve gone insane? I have no clue what could be in store….

    I love this so much, in such depths , hours pass by without feeling even a minute slip away.

              still very shaken, a little shy and scared, what have I done now? Don’t believe in the unseen, grey.

    I know I’m not some grand talent, I realize I am speaking so fully in delight, about the words I create, acting like they have the ability to light t torches in the stands at night. Acting like my words will clamor echoing in breeze that travels through the universe in waves,  Acting like someone will save it forever and ever, when it more comparable to lines drawn into sand. Acting like it holds power to transcend barriers, and now I’m aware! Acting like now that it exists, the unknown I felt missing is being uncovered.

        I love it, though you know? My love may not be my destiny, but endless possibilities for me rose. Let that magic inflate me. This doorway I found, didn’t open just a room, but an entire new gated kingdom. And I’m part of the countless chattering, sure, but I may of found what I didn’t know I was asking for…

    Or did I? Because I do feel closer to the girl I lost when I started wearing shoes, instead of running around with caked feet (that dirt my only protection). That girl that knew that if she stood on the wood gate, the horse would come to her, for( they) always like her quiet ways. That girl that got lost in a spot on the floor, and more and more people demand she stay, they didn’t seem to like when she went so far away. I wanted her back again, maybe she is the something I write closer each poem, each day, around the corner, waiting to make sure, I really want what I am asking for…

Tell me I touched you with these words.

   I want it to go through you.

   I want a nodding smile that connects you and me, or feel that unfingerable imprint I made, when you knew what I meant, the offering parallel. Pause with me in this.  

   

   And this matters? Or did I just find a way to live only in mind?

Shyly I wonder, is the something building with each key, really nothing…..

I hope not, it’s already everything to me.

  Adoring endlessly the Poet I found in me.